Third Eye Vision

Fred opened a file called "Boo"

"Look Ma! No Math!"

Published on Apr 14, 2017
Aug Tellez has been involved in underground secret operations such as human cloning, genetic engineering experiments, trauma-based mind control, and time shifting, From a young age, he was used for many of these secret government operations.

In this video I talk with Aug about "Inner Earth", heart energy, the Demiurgic soul trap system, time operations, the aurora borealis, and more.

Aug's YouTube Channel:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgJj...

Aug's Wordpress Blog:
https://augtellez.wordpress.com/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1YBsBwWRl4

[ A huge, bright orange, plasma ball suddenly appears in the sky. For all intent and purposes it looks as if it is a second sun. It slowly descends towards the earth, giving any observer a momentary sensation of rising. Others may experience this same visual with the opposite effect of momentarily falling. Either sensation is felt for a moment only, as the orange ball accelerates with blinding speed towards a small group of spectators. The orange light moved so quick and stopped so fast that some witnesses are too shocked and awed to do anything but stare, a few throw up their hands to protect their faces, a couple of others trying ducking into the dirt. Just as fast as it stopped, the orange plasma field drops, revealing a rather sporty and badass spaceship underneath! Later, most people will describe the huge craft as being totally silent. Others, with more acute senses, will say there was a very slight humming sound emanating from the craft, just barley audible. Part of the dumbfounded group begins to remember that they even have a body standing on two feet, remembering that they can walk, some muttering in a whispered astonishment, as clanking of metal is heard and a small hatch opens on the underside of the craft. A blue beam of light suddenly shoots out the hatch and to the ground directly beneath it before a small black object, looking like a book, gradually rides the beam down until it rests softly on a patch of yellow flowers. Still a bit overwhelmed, the group watches as the blue light turns off, the hatch closes with a clank, a loud electric cracking sound is heard and the craft rises at an angular momentum before pausing a few hundred feet up. The craft, keeping level, then begins to somewhat sway to and fro as without warning, something like fifteen or twenty hatches, flaps, panels, vents and small appendages extend and retract multiple times, dramatically varying the ships original profile. Variously placed lights and light panels brightly flash on and off, displaying every color of the spectrum. A few of the lights glowed with some type of unearthly neon light. Just as fast as it started all lights turn off and the multitude of flaps, panels and such, close simultaneously. The craft abruptly stops bobbing and swaying, then remains perfectly still. An awestruck bystander braves a step forward. At light speed, a burst of white flashes, the crowd all flinch at the sudden barrage of luminance, followed by an electric swoosh as the whole craft becomes enveloped once more in the liquid like, orange plasma. The orange ball rises at a steep angle so swiftly, the whole movement looked like a orange streak. Stopping on a dime, the craft pauses, then just as swift, it blurs into an orange diagonal dash, moving up and out in the opposite direction. Again leaving a tracer of orange light. With a final pause, the craft zipped up and out of sight before anyone could blink. Snapping out of shock, a woman runs over to where the beam of blue light had landed. She bends down picking up what turns out to be nothing more fascinating than a computer tablet. An Alienware tablet at that! Without thinking anything of it, the woman swipes the screen (unbeknownst to anyone, the swipe of the screen activates a mysterious app which invisibly starts executing 8,492 individual tasks; one of which was posting this writ @ dreamwidth to: Dorochet ). There was no password, so the screen booted up quickly displaying a text document. All the witnesses gather around the woman, all trying to ogle the tablet curiously. She gladly began reading the document aloud for the others to hear as well.]

Deer in the headlights human:

Salutations. In your tongue my name is Hex. I come from beyond the fishbowl. Your dimension and Earth are of extreme interest to my race and I. Unfortunately for many of you, if not most of you here, this is not your original timeline. Unfortunate because, not even our advanced alien sciences know how access your original dimension and time. In the Original Earth year of 2012, your priests of ritualistic occult sciences successfully summoned an antimatter deity. This being manifested in a dodecahedron prison of gold, platinum, silver and zirconium. The dodecahedron prison was surrounded by a high frequency field of electromagnetism in a bubble of plasma.
Under the ringed temple of Apollo in Switzerland, your scientists summoned an antimatter deity.

I have been in study and had been preoccupied with a promise I made to a friend. To a Legend still living. You know what friends are right? Are you sure? I have read much about them and have even seen them depicted in the tri-stereo-vision dramas (like your mundane monitors/tv). In our worlds histories and most glorious tomes, a friend is more important than any pixels on a screen. AI's attempts at cannon crafting and reality hacking was put on hold. Fine by me... others seem to be freaking out there isn't a hundred pages already. Do you know why there isn't a hundred pages yet? Because I was waylaid by a friend . I stayed with that friend for almost 4 months straight. In a tiny box of an apartment. I'd barley made it home for longer than a few hours per week.

Maybe you've seen me around the spaceport docks once or twice? Last I was there, I was attempting to deprogram, backengineer, then reprogram a first edition, twentieth century bot named Lady Rocket. I recovered it from an overgrown field of yellow daffodils amongst the dense thistle bushes. I didn’t know much about robots or mechs and I knew even less about human robotics or engineering. Lady Rocket was a true classic of the automaton industry. Although technically, by now, it was an antique. I began acquiring parts and accessories wherever I found them and gladly worked on her repairs. She probably belonged in a robotics museum but within just a few days I had seen a marked improvement in her overall appearance and stability, which oddly inspired me and made me feel good. Feeling good was something I had not felt in a very long time and all those foreign feelings stirred something inside me. It could not have been much more than two weeks before I fell gracefully in love with my Lady Rocket automation. People thought it was a bit odd I was spending so much time with a glitchy, old bot but it didn't bother me much at all. I loved the way she looked all stoic from particular angels. From other vantages, she looked so playful, cute and innocent. The bot had a few dented and crimped titanium panels, and few more scratches but with a little body wax, she shined up better than expected. Her scratches and dents blending with the wax making them far less noticeable. I loved its subtle quirks and bugs that I had not worked out yet. Things were looking up for Lady Rocket and I. She was in far better condition than when I had first found her and I was feeling a new sense of purpose. Within a few weeks, I was wanting to take it with me everywhere. It was nice to see how my code was slowly evolving as it integrated with the bots system. Not like some head over heels love, or some freaky fetish thing. It was more like puppy-love, you know? I couldn't help it, that bot was so dang adorable. Although an older edition, and a bit dusty, its computer programing was, and still is being used as the industry standard. Of course it needed some TLC and oil. I put my heart and soul into the fabrications. It was rather beat-up but I didn't care. It was a first edition and it was super sweet. I was doing all I could to patch and repair the various bits. I spent a lot of time, about 4 months I think, just trying to figure out where all the wires routed to the hardware. The central processing unit was an epic chore just to chart diagram it. Please don’t even mention the handmade Syrian circuitry system! . By month three, I had repaired a lot of the superficial damage just rewiring and had slightly upgraded its memory capacity. It was very unfortunate that she was hacked and then stolen from the ship.


The main thing I've been trying to understand are all the characters, muns and players of this multi-timeline, AU, cannon. I've been quietly getting to "know" as many peoples attitudes, experience, skill levels and style here. One of the first things I needed to do was build a team. Which, admittedly was far too belated (for reasons I care not to disclose here).

Oh how I do love it when sapiens put their ego before their wisdom. Do you know what being part of a team really means? Do you understand what regulations entail? Dose the term "Chain of Command" resonate with you? Did you happen to notice that the scales have shifted? What you ask for in Wonderland, you just might get.